#Dark Talks

[itz-darktrax]

Just wanna talk about TADC Episode 3. Spoilers ahead.

Pomni and Kinger both need a hug. But I'm so proud of Kinger protecting Pomni while being stuck in the scarier door. THEY GAVE HIM A FUCKING SHOTGUN TO PROTECT POMNI.

And not only that, he was a total dad figure to her, explaining how he managed himself being stuck in the circus. And how he doesn't want Pomni to feel the same way he did. I also about cried on that scene.

And the fact that he lost his wife to abstraction but still with himwhen he's in the dark in his pillow fort, his only place of sanity and security. And that he only remembers things in the dark and can't remember what happened after an adventure is quite interesting and explains why he's generally so insane. But I feel really bad that he'll never know how brave he was. At least Pomni will be there to remind him.

I'm genuinely surprised at how the fuck Ragatha and Gangle managed to tie and gag him. But then again, gangle can strangle him really easily. It was sooo funny seeing him struggle despite him being my favorite character. But hey those 2 really deserved a break. And I like how Jax was soo overshadowed and desperate for attention. Truly the best episode yet.

Oh yea, and did you know that the distorted thing bubble said at the start when Caine revealed that the episode's adventure is "I hope the children watching don't get nightmares from the monster". They just said it backward!

Also can we talk about Caine giving a therapy session to Zooble? That was interesting. And then Zooble managed to pull and uno reverse and interview Caine for therapy at the end and he was like "Pretend we didn't just have a therapy session" ���� And that Caine also lost his sanity and Zooble told him that he isn't good at making adventures when it was the only thing he was created for. That almost broke him.

Finally have some of my favorite lines from the episode.

“7 years of computer science for this, huh”

"please dont become alive"

"ok i wont"

"Well, this is some rather inconvenient lore placement"

"Welcome back my meowing milk maids"

(If you think that isn't bad enough then in the polish audio track he says "Welcome back skibidi sigmas". I am not joking, switch the audio track to polish and see for yourself.)

And the funniest of them all:

"I DO NOT use my adventures to torture my guests! Any torment is purely accidental like any good war criminal"

Thanks for reading my silly little thoughts.

[dom-ftm-dark]

Hey everyone, so I know I’ve been gone for like ages heh.

Not gonna get into it fully but I’ve been dealing with a death in my family and it sent me spiralling into depression. Thankfully I’m kinda recovering, and I’m hopefully gonna be doing a volunteer job soon, so I should be functional again.

I’m gonna start posting again lol, so all the asks in my inbox will get a spicy answer. Sorry if you all missed me, but I will hopefully be back for good this time <3

[cs-darktrax]

Just noticed how dark CS actually is. Especially with paper star said "Red is a color that suits you. It'll hide the stains" or something like that. If this wasn't a kid's show they would've be FAR more unhinged and direct with her murderous/psychopathic personality. Like giving Le Chevre all those paper cuts? Even I would never go that far!

*ahem*

Sidenote: I also love her personality/unique ability as a vile agent, I just wish her character design was better. Because personally, I'm not a fan.

[dark-arts-stuff]

Since being a fan of Deltarune, every time I get a spam call on my phone, I would always say it's Spamton trying to call me each time. Whenever I see "Potential Spam Call", my mind immediately goes to Spamton wanting to make a deal with me. I never answer him ofc.

[sinsydia]

Am i the only one who imagined the first meet like this?? *swooon*

[milkygothgf]

I want to be corrupted into a total sex obsessed freak sooooo bad. I want to be forced to get horny from literally everything. Stick household objects in me. Make me hump shoes and bags and clothes. Make me finger myself anytime I talk on the phone. Make me rub my pussy juices on all of my things. Make me watch porn at work. Make me always keep an earbud in so I can listen to girls getting fucked streamed 24/7. Keep a dildo in me anytime I use my computer. Make me sexualize every nonsexual thing in my life. I want to be completely perverted.

[officialspec]

can i say something. for years i thought the joke of the song short skirt/long jacket by cake was that he wanted a woman who was hung like a horse. like i thought when he says jacket it was a last-second fakeout because he very obviously meant to say cock. and the rest of the things in the song were just her personality and interests. which were secondary to her awesome penis

[chokeonitslutt]

[miss-anaa]

[cottagedreamy]

They're such a good duo...Pls let's talk about them more.....

[itz-darktrax]

Just a shower thought: Honey Lemon is actually the most powerful member of Big Hero 6. Potential wise. I mean she literally has the entire power of the periodic table in her hands. She can poison, intoxicate, chemically burn, or otherwise seriously injure people. The only thing holding her back is her strong sense of morale. Because in application she only uses all that power to burn through obstacles, and restrain people using sticky substances and as hard crystal-like substances as a means of short-range transportation. (I'm studying chemistry and just learned about the periodic table and holy shit she has so much damage potential!)

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[cs-darktrax]

Honestly, I don't understand why Wolfe's death was hated. The Chief was just responding with appropriate force. Wolfe tried to pull something from his pocket when being pointed by a gun, it's a huge no-no. No matter what it may be.

And what I don't understand is how Wolfe died instantly in one shot. As far as I remember he was shot in the the stomach or some lower part of the body. And police officers typically use 9mm hollow point ammunition. They only kill instantly if you shoot at the head. And 9mm is designed so that it is stopped by the skin. Therefore you can incapciate a person (since it most definitely hurts) while keeping them alive as opposed to standard rifle ammo like 5.56 NATO which can penetrate armor and break bones therefore cause serious damage to whoever it hits. Therefore more fatal. Hollow point on the other hand just caused the bullet to expand upon impact this make the bullet do more damage but still usually does not kill in ont shot unless you hit the brain. Generally speaking, 1-2 shots of this ammo type is enough to incapitate a suspect and 3-4 and over can actually kill. But it ultimately depends on where the shot was fired on the suspect.

Also, I like how a firearm was implied to be used by the Chief while ACME doesn't have access to such lethal weapons. Maybe they were bending the lines of what is and isn't allowed for a TV-Y7 show but I really don't like the inconsistency here. Maybe ACME doesn't have the clearance to use firearms? Who knows? Maybe Interpol's policies changed so normal agents can't use firearms anymore. Otherwise, Devinaux would've had one.

[bunnieswithknives]

As much as I love angst I think it would be funny if he just didnt give af

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."